Los Borrachos (I Don't Have Any Hope Left, But The Weather Is Nice)

Being sad’s so boring

I’m taking a vacation

I’m driving down to see my old friends tonight

Let’s spend the week with rosy cheeks

And crush the grapes beneath our feet

And stop burrowing through old chocolate boxes

Like a heartbroken bacchus

I miss those good old boys

They could still find joy in life to talk about

I miss those good old boys

They could still find joy in life to talk about

So leave that girl behind you

Or whatever it is that’s got you

We’ve still got time for one more drink tonight

Think what the others would say

If they saw you in the bathroom, kicking the stall door

They’d say, “Get out of your head for a while

Jump into mine, leave it on repeat and it says"

"If I’d been a parrot I’d have been a very good parrot

And if I’d be a parent I’d be my own parents

And if that’s not apparent then it will be soon"

I miss those good old boys

They could still find joy in life to talk about

I miss those good old boys

They could still find joy in life to talk about

I miss those good old boys

They could still find joy in life to talk about

I miss those good old boys

They could still find joy in life to talk about

I miss you, miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you, miss you

If you’re trying to live you have to own what you do

If you’re trying to live you have to own what you do

Oh, Jesus christ, I

I wish I could talk like that

But such is my place in life

I

I don't have

I don't have any hope

I don't have any hope left

But the weather is nice

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you